Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.